You Need to Eat a Peck of Dirt in Your Lifetime
And Other Wisdom from My Grandma

On Sundays, we went to Grandma’s house. Aunts, uncles, and cousins gathered to talk, play, listen to a ballgame on the radio, try to win a hand at cards, and of course, to eat. We shared a pot of Grandma’s “Portuguese soup”, ladled over chunks of dense bread at the bottom of our bowls.The bread…